A chorus of birdsong awakens you from your slumber
You roll out of bed, slip on boxers, socks and some jeans scattered on the floor, but no shirts.
You open closets, pull out drawers, even your special smart shirt is gone.
Kronii's clothes scattered the ground like a minefield, she always insisted you fold and clean them but last night was far too passionate to care for menial things.
As you wipe the remaining sleep away you hear a delicate hum from the kitchen, intermingled with the din of the birdsong
"Kronii must be happy today", you thought as you slowly prowled toward the kitchen, plotting to surprise her by hugging her from behind
You step in and are stopped by what you see
Kronii is wearing your formal shirt, nothing more, humming along to the radio and rocking her callipygian backside to the melody
"Morning, Babe!" she turns on her heel, your shirt flowing with her grace
The tapering front of the white button-down teasingly covered her lower pelvis, nothing but a light tuft of hair revealed for your viewing pleasure
Your gaze travels up her soft abdomen to her flat and silky-smooth tummy, her cute navel accentuating the beautiful form of her stomach, how your hand itched to caress her
Unsurprisingly the only taught part of the shirt on her was around her chest. A single button strained under the tension to contain her ample breasts
You swear you caught a glimpse of her supple areolas on her turn
The shirt tapered out from her bosom, her clavicles looked to have been sculpted by Michaelangelo himself, directing your attention to her slender shoulders.
Where once housed your broad, masculine frame, now draped her slender, elegant shoulders in a delicate embrace
You work up her gently sloping trapezius to her refined and delicate neck, tantalising you to nuzzle and stroke
Your gaze finally rises to her face, she was mouthing words to you, in disgust? concern? you were unsure, her soft lips were bewitching, lips you had kissed a thousand times and each time felt as wonderful as the first
That cute button nose, you just wanted to boop it with your finger and watch her get flustered.
Her cheeks were a little blushed, adorable couldn't describe it
Her eyes looked at you in a seductive and salacious manner, as they always did, but a hint of disgust or grumpiness on them began to take you out of your trance
"...be? Babe? BABE?" Like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car you awoke from the enchantment in a start
"Anon, I know I am perfect but can you pay attention to your Wif....Mistress?"
You stutter out an apology, she huffs at you and pouts
"This is my shirt today by the way, anon" she puffs her chest in assertiveness "Buuut if you make me breakfast in bed, I may tell you where the rest of your shirts are"
Kronii giggles and lines your jaw with her fingertip as she saunters past to the bedroom
You gather your composure and begin breakfast, perhaps you don't need a shirt today...